《The Rabbit And His Lover》[ Arc 01 ][ 09 ] Change
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There was a hole in my chest. There was a big hole in my chest. There was a frigging big hole in my chest! I couldn’t believe what just happened to me, or what that magical circle thing was but that earlier hit, most likely an attack, put a hole in my chest.
“There’s a hole in my chest,” I thought weakly.
As soon as I had that thought, my legs gave way under me, and I fell to my knees facing the magical spinning circle. Then I slowly fell forward and lay there, with my blood slowly pooling around me. I felt numb and empty, but strangely, I didn’t feel any pain like I was supposed to with having such a hole in my chest.
“Am I going to die?”
A moment late, I heard the sound of footsteps as if someone had arrived at the scene and sighed for some reason. I understood the reason why when the person, who was a girl, spoke in a bored voice.
“What a stupid lowlife, trying to steal from me and ending up dead at my feet without me even trying?”
She sighed again, and I understand that she felt bored because she managed to find me and kill me with relative ease. Judging by her words, it seemed like she had expected some kind of fight to entertain her, sadly though, I was just a normal thief with no extradentary skills that I could boast about.
I wanted to see who she was, but I felt weak, very weak to budge my body, let alone move a single muscle. Still, I wanted to at least catch a glimpse of who the girl was, but was so weakened that I managed to move a little and groan from the struggle.
At that time, she had moved forward to get her purse when she heard my movements and looked curiously at me.
“Oh? You aren’t dead? That’s surprising.”
Her words told me everything I needed to know and made me think, “I see. I’m going to die.”
It was a very simple thing to think about, and since I didn’t feel any sort of pain, I could call this a bliss. But I wasn’t happy with this kind of ending; I wanted to achieve more, I wanted to live and get married, and most of all, I wanted to have my revenge on The Empire. Now, I would never get the chance to fulfil any of those because I’m going to die.
“D-Dammit!” I muttered weakly and gritted my teeth with great anger.
“What?” She asked, sounding confused. “Are you feeling pain? You shouldn’t be since my magic negates all pain sensors of the person that I killed.”
“I see. That explains why I’m not feeling any kind of pain,” I thought weakly.
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But I still groaned and moved a little, angry that my life was going to end like that without having achieved anything. I tried desperately to move, but my body no longer listened as I lay limp as a sock. My mouth couldn’t even move anymore as I wanted to complain and yell at this stranger for robbing me off my life when I had so many things that I wanted to do.
“What is it? If you move around, you might start feeling pain.”
I heard the girl’s voice say that to me and heard her footsteps get closer to me. There was a momentary silence before I felt soft hands touch the bottom side of my face and felt myself being lifted by the head for her to see while, at the same time, heard her speaking again.
“Seriously. You should just lie there and accept your fate already. Stealing from me, is basically wishing to die. Don’t you… understand…?”
As she raised my head high enough for her to see my face, she faltered in her speaking and looked surprised. At the same time, I received an immense shock of finally finding out who my killer was; it a girl dressed in red top longer than her waist with dark hair and a cute face, which was much cuter when I see her face up close.
“I don’t believe this,” I thought sickeningly.
She was the girl that I and the owner of the tea shop had been talking about happily a while before I stole her purse from her. He had assumed that she was my girlfriend because I was mesmerised by her cuteness. Even now, she still had that cute face, but I no longer felt the same way about her. Instead, a violent surge of anger was born inside of me as I glared menacingly at her.
“I’ll… kill you…!” I said weakly.
I have no idea how, but probably because I was so angry and all, I managed to move my right hand slowly upward and placed it around her neck.
“I swear… I’ll… kill you…!”
If I had the strength in my hands, I would’ve probably squashed her neck right there and then remorselessly. Instead, I felt utterly weak to the point and helplessly to do anything, let alone kill my killer.
I saw her widen her eyes in shock, obviously not expecting me to say that I would kill her. Even I was amazed at myself even though I knew that I probably wouldn’t get the chance to do it and simply go on to some other place.
“Oh…!” She said, and I was amazed when I saw her blush while looking embarrassed.
“Huh?” I thought, not comprehending her reaction.
Her reaction puzzled me, like it did not make any sense. I wanted to ask her why was she blushing and all, but it looked like I had run out of time. In that instant, I felt my vision go blurry and my breath stop before everything went dark.
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The next time I opened my eyes, I saw that I was lying down on an unfamiliar floor facing forward and towards a pair of chair legs and a white wall. No longer was I at the dump yard, instead I was lying on the floor in an unfamiliar room.
At first, I was confused about my whereabouts and thought that maybe I was having some kind of dream. Nothing was familiar to me, and for some strange reason, I felt as though it was a little different than before. I wasn’t sure what, but something made me think differently about myself.
I tried to move to the left, but nothing happened. I willed my body to move forward, but I just lay there motionlessly as before. I even tried move my hands and feet to get to my feet, but I experienced something strange. Instead of feeling a firm sensation of my hands and feet, I felt they were fluffy and scrapped the floor uselessly.
“What in the world?” I muttered out loud in confusion.
This time, I was shocked when, instead of words coming out, I heard my mouth produce strange sounds that sounded nothing like a human being. The sound was a combination of whining and whimpering almost like what an animal would normally make, but I’m an animal; I’m a human being.
When I understood that something was wrong, I started to panic and exclaim, “What’s going on?! What the hell is going on here?! What the hell happened to me?!”
With each exclaim, my mouth made whining and whimpering sounds as if it could not articulate any of my words in an understandable manner. None of this made no sense, and I thought that I was perhaps having some kind of nightmare because of how I was killed.
“This can’t be real…!” I thought desperately.
Just then, the door opened from somewhere nearby, and I heard someone enter into the room that I was in. Instantly feeling fear, I tried to move, budge, or do whatever I could to move myself away from the floor. None worked, and I lay there like a sack of meat and waited for whatever was going to happen.
“Oh! You’re awake!” I heard the shriek of a girl, and I felt a strange dreadful feeling when I felt as though I recognised her voice.
The owner of voice walked over to where I lay and, as if handling a baby, she placed her hands gently beneath me and lifted me up into the air with ease. Then, when she turned my body to face her, I felt the utmost shock when I immediately recognised her as the girl that killed me.
“What the hell?!” I exclaimed, but my mouth instead made more whining sounds. “What’re you doing here?! How could this be happening?! What the hell is going on here?!”
I lost a little of my control and began exclaiming feverishly at all the strangeness that I was experiencing. The girl was clearly taken by surprise by me whining and whimpering while trashing around in her arms. No one could blame me of how I felt when I had no clue what happened to me after I was killed, and this didn’t feel like a bad nightmare that she’d appear in it too.
“Woah! Woah!” She said, trying to control me by holding me tightly. “Calm down. Uh…”
The girl seemed to be lost on what to do to calm me down. Suddenly, she got an idea, and she exclaimed, “Oh! I get it! You’re confused, aren’t you? Well, here you go.”
Then, while holding me really tightly, she walked over to what looked like a mirror and stood in front of it while me towards the front. I momentarily stopped moving around and exclaiming to see for myself what had become of me. To my horror, I saw her holding, not onto me, but onto a rabbit.
“What?!” I exclaimed out loud, my mouth making whimpering sounds as usual. “No…! It can’t be…!”
I began to shake my head, denying what I was staring at as it didn’t seem real. I, a human being, had been turned into a rabbit. I, a proud human being, was now a rabbit. I no longer held a human form and instead had been transformed into this… this… freak of nature!
“NNNOOOOOOO!!!!”
I screamed and began trashing around wildly again, losing all control of myself as I seriously lost it.
“No! This can’t be happening! This isn’t real! No way is this real! I can’t be a rabbit! I’m a human, dammit! I’m a frigging human being; not some goddamn rabbit! I won’t accept this! No way! No! Nooo!! Noooooooo!!!”
My body, that of a rabbit, moved uncontrollably in her arms while making loud whimpering and whining sounds with its mouth. The girl that was responsible for all this, looked troubled as she struggled to hold me steady, but she soon realised it was going to be a tough challenge.
“Dang it! Sleep!”
The moment she said those words, I felt a strange soothing sensation running through me, and I felt a pleasant feeling of wanting to sleep. I stopped fighting, and stopped shouting. Then I closed my eyes and instantly drifted off into a pleasant sleep with nothing to worry me anymore.
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Sword System Academia
2/17 NOTICE: I'm putting this on hiatus, possibly permanently. I didn't want to spam with an "update chapter", so hopefully here and in the story blurb will get enough eyeballs. There are a couple reasons for ending SSA for now. 1) I wrote the next chapter but wasn't happy with it. I've been less and less satisfied with SSA's quality the more I thought about it. Part of the reason is... 2) I am seriously thinking about trying to publish some novels to help pay the bills, since I don't have my other source of income anymore. I have never asked for anything from SSA readers, no money, not even a review or rating. SSA is written for fun to amuse myself, primarily, and I would kind of feel bad actually charging someone money for something as unserious as that. I don't think it is good enough to ask anything in return. To use an analogy from music, SSA is more like a jam session with a bunch of friends. You're just chiling and having fun playing some music. I mean, if you are Mozart or even Eminem, your jam session is good enough to sell, but for an amateur beginner like myself, haha, no. If I want to publish something, I feel like I need to go the proper route of practice and rehearsals, which might be more similar to a classical concert performance. With SSA, I work from worldbuilding notes and a loose outline, but what you are essentially getting is the first draft with lots of so-called pantsing. Pushing out a web novel like this also means it is very difficult to go back and improve things without breaking everything else downstream. I wanted to try this "jamming" approach, as it was a good way to teach me about another aspect of writing, but to move forward, I think I need to hone my "classical" techniques, which emphasize rewriting, or at least, revising outlines. 3) While I intend to try to make $$$, my actual current goal is to "get gud". I've spent a lot of time recently trying to understand the self-publishing industry, and I'm pretty sure I can make some money by using short-term strategies with my current amateur skill level. But I've seen too many authors come and go/burnout, and really, the only way that I think I can enjoy writing and still make money on a long-term basis is to become a better writer. And the next step for me, which I haven't done much before, is to spend more time on rewriting and outlines. That is pretty much antithetical to the way SSA is developing. I've always been kind of 20/80 plotting/pantsing, but I want to spend a lot more time outlining before I even start writing. SSA jam sessions don't really fit my goal anymore. If you're curious about what's next, read on... Among other regrets, I regret not finishing SSA. It's the first story I've dropped, but then again, it's the first web novel I've attempted, so I suppose that's not a surprise. I don't think traditional web novel formats suit me that well. The whole SSA story I had loosely planned (beyond a first book or major arc) is way too large as well. Big story = good for neverending webnovel with Patreons, bad for penniless and fickle writer like me. I am currently outlining a complete trilogy to another story in great detail. I want the story to end concisely, and I also want the chance to really spend a lot of time on the full outline to spot pacing problems, character issues, lost themes, and so on. I'll still share this story on RR. What I intend to do is finish book 1, flash-publish the whole thing here for a few weeks, then publish on the big Zon. Repeat for books 2 and 3. The upcoming story will be about crafting heroes. The backdrop is an isekai-like setting, where elves will summon humans to their world as heroes, but the whole hero crafting business is still in its infancy. The elven mage researchers are figuring out how to imbue heroes with power, while the heroes are trying to figure out how to use the powers that they gain. Humans are the best hero templates because they are blank and have no intrinsic magic. Or at least that what the elves thought. The human MC has his own secrets... There will be some similarities with litrpgs, but I would call it more a progression fantasy or gamelit story. For example, the stats are very low, at least initially. Say we have a stat called Str. Going from Str = 1 to Str = 2 is a huge deal. Also, going from Dex = 0 to Dex = 1 is an even bigger deal. I guess you could call it a "low-stat litrpg", haha. Also, the heroes won't be gaining stats simply by killing things or leveling up. You can't increase stats arbitrarily, either. There will be rules to how stats can increase, and how they work with each other. The elven mages will be figuring out these rules in order to craft stronger and stronger heroes. Some inspiration will be from cultivation magic systems, but there won't be overt cultivation, at least for now. A theme I really want to explore is the idea of interactions. That includes things like hero crafter vs hero, tactics vs strategy, skill synergies, racial interactions (dwarves, elves, etc), and son. Yeah, so hero crafting. I'm super excited about this project and venturing into publishing. If you want to check out the upcoming story, you can follow my RR author profile to see when it drops here. Finally... THANK YOU TO EVERYONE! I'm very sorry that SSA is stopping, but I hope at least some of you will find the next story at least as enjoyable, if not more. Thanks to all the readers who gave SSA a shot. Big hug or solid fistbump to all of you, whichever you prefer! I hope this message is not a downer but an upper, because I am psyched!! -purlcray -------------- BLURB: Talen, youngest Master of the Koroi, makes his way to the Empire's capital to salvage his clan's fate. 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